Rajveer's heart raced as he hurried towards the place where Vanya was. The sight that greeted him was heart-wrenching. Vanya, was there, tears streaming down her face, her hands trembling as she pricked her own wrist with her nails. Without a moment's hesitation, Rajveer swiftly reached out and pulled her away from the self-inflicted pain. He couldn't bear to see her hurting herself like this.
"Are you out of your mind?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with concern and frustration. But as he looked into her tear-filled eyes, his tone softened.
He realized that yelling wouldn't solve anything in this moment of vulnerability. He took a deep breath and gently asked, "Why are you crying?"
His touch was tender as he held her hand, the warmth of his palm soothing her trembling fingers. Rajveer's heart ached for her, and he wanted to understand the pain that had driven her to this point. As he blew softly on the small wound, he hoped that his presence and care would provide some solace, even in the midst of her tears.
"L-leave me, I-I know that you are g-going to r-ruin me," I stammered, desperately trying to rescue myself from his touches My heart raced with fear, and every fiber of my being screamed for escape. I couldn't bear to look at his face, haunted by the memory of that eerie smile those three guys had given me. It sent shivers down my spine, a chilling reminder of the danger I was in.
"No, dear, I'm not. Trust me," he insisted, his words failing to ease the turmoil within me. My instincts screamed otherwise, warning me of the impending harm that lurked beneath his false reassurances. With all the strength I could muster, I pushed him away, breaking free from his tight grip. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I fought for my safety, refusing to be another victim of their sinister intentions.
"What the hell, girl? I'm trying to help you, and you..." he began, his voice filled with frustration. But I couldn't let him finish his sentence. The panic overtook me, my words tumbling out in a desperate plea.
"You're not trying to help me. You're just trying to do that creepy thing again. Please, just leave me alone," I begged, my voice trembling with fear and vulnerability. The weight of the situation bore down on me, suffocating me in a sea of panic and despair.
"Fine, I'm leaving," he yelled, his anger echoing through the air. As he stormed away, my body shook with a mix of relief and lingering fear. I felt a rush of emotions overwhelm me, tears welling up in my eyes. I collapsed onto the floor, the weight of the ordeal finally breaking me. The tears flowed freely as I clung to myself, seeking solace in the darkness that enveloped me.
In that moment, I realized the true strength within me. I had survived and fought against the darkness that threatened to consume me. But the battle was far from over. I knew I had to be vigilant, to trust my instincts, and prioritize my safety. It was a painful lesson, but one that would shape me into a stronger, more resilient version of myself.
After a while, I heard someone beside me, and when I looked, it was Vyom.
"V-Vyom, you scared me," I said.
"Why are you here? Come with me, the hawan has started," he said.
He didn't ask me why I was crying, but instead, he wanted me to meet everyone who turned out to be his relatives. I didn't give him an answer, I just stood up and started walking.
After a while, we finally reached the ground where the maha yagya hawan was happening. I don't know much about it, but I do know that this yagya is very important for the Agnivanshi family's sons.
The Agnivanshis belong to a royal background in Rajasthan. It was quite fascinating to witness such a significant event. The atmosphere was filled with chants, incense, and the crackling of the sacred fire. I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence.
I'm at the venue, checking out the whole scene, when out of nowhere, Vyom's two cousins come up to me. They're like,
"Hey bhabhi, let's shake hands!" But instead of going for the handshake, I decide to do the classic namaste and greet them with folded hands.
They give me the weirdest look, and then one of them has the nerve to ask, "Hey bhabhi, are you single?" Can you imagine? They start laughing like it's the funniest thing ever. I mean, seriously, who does that? Anyway, just when I'm feeling a bit awkward, Roohi comes to my rescue. Without saying a word, she grabs my hand and leads me over to where the pandit ji and Agnivanshi's sons are standing.
I'm totally confused at this point, so I ask Roohi, "Rooh, what's going on?" And you know what she does?
She points at this guy and says, "I told you he's a hero!" And guess what? It turns out it's him! The guy I've been secretly crushing on. My heart starts pounding like crazy, a mix of excitement, surprise, and nervousness all at once. It was such a whirlwind!
Vanya was just looking at him when suddenly, everyone saw that the place where all the children were playing was engulfed in flames. It was a chaotic and terrifying scene. Without a second thought, Vanya and Roohi rushed towards the burning area, their hearts pounding with fear and concern.
Roohi's panicked shout about Lisa being there, sending Vanya into a state of panic.
"What?!" Vanya exclaimed, her mind racing with worry. She knew she had to act fast. With adrenaline coursing through her veins, she sprinted towards the fire, determined to rescue anyone in danger.
As Vanya entered the scene, the sight of the flames intensified her fear, but she didn't let it deter her. The fire wasn't too intense at first, allowing her to navigate through the chaos and help the children escape to safety. With each child she rescued, a sense of relief washed over her, but her focus remained unwavering as she searched for Lisa.
Time seemed to stretch as Vanya tirelessly moved through the smoke and heat, her mind consumed by worry for her dear friend. She called out Lisa's name, her voice filled with urgency and desperation. And then, amidst the chaos, she finally spotted her, a wave of relief flooding her being.
Emotions ran high in that intense moment. Vanya's heart raced with a mix of fear, relief, and an overwhelming sense of love for those she cared about. The weight of the situation pressed upon her, but her determination and love guided her through the ordeal.
"Are you okay, bachaa?" I asked Lisa.
"Didu, I don't wanna die," she said while crying. I hugged her tightly, feeling the weight of the situation sinking in. With time running out, I took her hand, and we rushed towards the direction I had entered the place.
As Lisa made her way out, I was about to follow when a desperate cry for help pierced through the chaos. My heart stopped, and without a second thought, I changed my course and hurried towards the voice.
There, standing before me, was a young boy, around 8-10 years old, dressed as Lord Hanuman.
"Bachaa, come here," I called out, my voice filled with compassion and urgency. He ran into my arms, tears streaming down his face, seeking comfort and safety.
"Please, help me," he pleaded, his voice trembling with fear. I gently wiped away his tears, assuring him that I was there for him. Holding his hands, I vowed to protect him, no matter what. The emotions were overwhelming, but in that moment, I knew I had to be strong for them, to be their guiding light in the darkness.
"Don't worry, bachaa," I said, trying to instill courage in him.
"This fire can't harm us if we stay strong." With determination in our hearts, we rushed towards the entrance. But suddenly, the young boy stopped in his tracks.
"Bachaa, what happened?" I asked, concerned.
Through tears, he explained, "I'm scared of the fire. It can hurt me."
I knelt down, wiping away his tears, and said, "No, bachaa. You are Hanuman ji, and Lord Hanuman never feared anything." He looked at me with wide eyes, seeking reassurance.
"Really?" he asked.
I nodded and said, "Yes, really, bacha."
Just as we were about to leave, a deep voice called out, "Aman!" The boy quickly ran towards the voice, and I followed his gaze, my eyes meeting those captivating green orbs.
As I turned to leave, a part of the door collapsed, blocking the entrance. I stood there, my heart racing, realizing that I was trapped inside. Emotions of fear and uncertainty washed over me.
I could feel the pain in my cries, but no one came to my rescue, not even Vyom, who was supposed to marry me. The fire was spreading, and I felt helpless, hoping someone would save me.
With tears streaming down my face, I closed my eyes and began chanting the mantra "ॐ रामाय नमः" repeatedly " And then, something incredible happened I felt a blanket cover my body, and I was embraced in a comforting hug. When I opened my eyes, I looked up and saw those mesmerizing green eyes. He had saved me once again.
But then, I remembered Roohi's words echoing in my mind. 'Trust me tera jo hero hoga na vo bina apne baarein mein soche teri care karega not like this chachundar...' As he held me, I questioned if he truly was the one for me. Suddenly, he broke the embrace, and I realized I was in a safe place.
"You're mad," he shouted at me.
"Do you really believe that your God came to save you? No, you're wrong. He didn't come." He yelled at me.
His words stung, and I felt a surge of determination rise within me. I couldn't let his disbelief shake my faith.
"Who told you that my God didn't come to save me?" I said, stopping him in his tracks.
He seemed taken aback by my response, but he remained firm. "I'm not your God, and I don't want to be," he said, continuing on his way.
Rajveer left the place after saving Vanya. Everyone in the crowd started clapping and cheering for her. Suddenly, Roohi and Prathna arrived. Prathna hugged Vanya tightly, her eyes filled with tears.
"Did anything happen to you?" Prathna asked, her voice trembling.
"No, di, I'm fine," Vanya reassured her.
"But where is the guy who saved you?" Prathna inquired.
Vanya looked around and replied, "I don't know."
Vyom approached, intending to hug Vanya, but Roohi stepped in between them.
"What? Now you're trying to show how much you love her? But let me tell you, if you truly loved her, you would have been there to save her," Roohi shouted in anger.
"Yeah, Vyom! You were supposed to marry her, and look what you did! If that guy hadn't saved her, then she..." Prathna yelled in frustration.
Vyom defended himself, saying, "I know it's my mistake, but I was about to save her. Trust me, as I was planning something, he saved her. So, tell me, is it my mistake?"
Roohi called him a liar, but Vanya intervened, "Roohi, I think Vyom is right." The emotions were running high, and tensions were escalating in that intense moment.
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